Not such a bad day after all

God, I am fucking pissed off. Stupid fucking company, stupid fucking managers! I slam the car door behind me, storm up the driveway, and barge into the house, kicking the door shut behind me. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I hammer my fist into the wall, slinging my laptop bag across the floor until it comes to rest under the table.

A door at the end of the hallway swings open, making me jump "what the fuck?!?" You're home early, I wasn't expecting to see you. You glare at me, the remains of a broken dish in your hand snarling "what the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!"

Fuck this.

I stride up the hall towards you, stripping off my leather jacket as I go and dropping it on the floor behind me. Reaching you, I snatch the remains of the dish from your hand and hurl it into the room behind you, where it smashes loudly against the wall, showering the sink and draining board with shards of glass. You scream in surprise as I grab you by your shoulders and drive you back across the kitchen in front of me until your ass hits the heavy tiled table in the center of the room. Your hands come up reflexively, and you instinctively try to push me away. I slap your hands away impatiently, grabbing your chin, holding you and pressing my lips against yours, hard, aggressively.

Pulling back, I spin you around and bend you over the table, kicking off my boots and stripping the laces from one to bind your hands to the far table leg, holding you down as you squirm and writhe, suspecting what's coming, trying in vain to pull away. Stepping in close behind you, my pelvis pressed against your ass through your jeans and mine, my growing bulge already evident, slipping my arms around your waist to pop open the button of your jeans and suddenly, sharply yanking them down to your knees. My hand reaches for your thong and slipping into it, catches it and tugs it hard ripping it to shreds, casting them aside.

You hear the metallic clink of my belt buckle as I open my belt and pull it from the waist of my jeans, folding it double and stepping back even as I swing it hard against your ass, the first hard thwack of the belt against your bare ass making you gasp. Raising my arm, I repeat it again and again… and again…

Lowering my arm, I watch you squirm, your red ass moving in front of me adding fuel to the fire already building in my jeans. I quickly unbutton my jeans and drop them with my shorts, my rock hard throbbing erection springing up, gasping as the hot head brushes against the reddened cheek in front of me. Kicking your legs apart, I take my cock in my hand and force myself between your legs, into your hot, wet pussy, burying the full length inside you in a single long stroke. Grabbing your hips, I begin to pound into you, fucking you hard and fast, reaching a hand for your hair and pulling your head back as I drive hard and deep into you over and over and over…

Your soft moans of pain becoming pleasure and gaining in volume, in intensity as I fuck your tight little pussy, you're pushing back against me even as I'm driving into you, aiming to get deeper on every stroke, needing it, wanting to be inside you, all of my anger, my energy converted into lust for you. Fucking you harder, growling your name, swearing, ranting in lust as I feel you race towards a climax, pulling back harder on your hair, fingers digging into your hip… until you cum hard, screaming incoherently, hips jackhammering in spite of being tied across the table. As your climx subsides, I'm withdrawing from you, pulling my dripping organ from you, still hard, still throbbing, still needing release… spreading your ass and pressing the tip of my cock right at your tight opening, and pushing it into you, hearing you gasp as my thick cock opens up your ass.

Sliding slowly deep inside you, making you take it all, every inch. Leaning over your back, hands on your shoulders, arching my back and rocking my hips, spreading you, long slow strokes, speeding up, changing rhythm as lust takes over and drives me out of control… hands sliding back to your hips and around your waist, playing, teasing between your legs, working to coax another orgasm from you, rubbing, stroking… feeling you working with my, arching into my hands, towards my fingers… I can feel the excitement building in your slender frame and echoed by my own body, aching for release. As you climb boards another orgasm, my own builds too, driven by your motion, your excitement, your moans and sighs and as you suddenly scream out another orgasm, I can't hold on any longer and I cum hard inside you, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me, leaving me weak… collapsing across your back.

When we have caught our breath, I slowly withdraw from you and stand, untying your hands, and taking you into my arms as you stand and I speak "God, I needed that". You pull back and grin at me through messy hair, looking as sexy as I've ever seen you. "Fucker" you say, sticking your tongue out. "You can clean up the glass, I'm going for a shower!"